Konan375

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Well I guess I should make things more interesting and convincing, then, @Lyla.

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Yeeeeeeeep, I'm still interested. @Lyla Hope your back's feeling better.

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RIP latecomers

@Zero Hex

I’m sorry...

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@Lyla Wow, big crew.

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@Konan375 That is like saying the N-word in a friendly way. No matter how you say it, it's a reminder of our cruelty. Even if you don't mean it.

@Apocalypse

Fair point, however, the difference between the two words are quite large. One denotes a race, and the other, a a misappropriated race and a culture. There are TV shows that have the word gypsy in it. I’d be hard pressed to believe that there are shows that have the other word.

But either way, this is an discussion that doesn’t come up too often, and I decided to give my input.

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But isn’t what makes a word pejorative the intent and meaning behind it? There are a lot of other words that are pejorative that have different definitions.

Idk, those are just my thoughts on it.

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@Italicized

Haha samesies. Think Mortimer and Joseph worked together at some point?

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You know what. I think I'll throw my lot in with this group. Looks fun.

Mortimer Vandaal

Mortimer Vandaal

Character Summary

Name: Mortimer Vandaal
Aliases: None
Titles: The Tillerman, The Undying One, The Reaper,
Age: Stopped counting after the last few millennia. Looks like he's in his 40's
Place of Origin: Marelle
Kingdom: Igros
Gender: Male
Time of Death: 3,000 years ago

Physical Attributes

Eyes:Amber
Hair: Straight black shoulder length hair.
Day To Day Attire: Dark grey's to black clothes of an undertaker.
Strengths:Strong magical capabilities. Knowledgable
Weaknesses: Frail, Taciturn, Bad social skills, Poor memory

Psychological Attributes

Aloof* Bitter* Stubbron

Sexuality: Asexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Mortimer has seen many many many years. Friends and acquaintances died while he continued on. It has made him cynical and hard to build relationships with people.

Skills

• Grand Master Necromancer: Mortimer has a way with the dead. Whether it be putting the raised dead to rest, or ensuring that the souls of those recently deceased move on peacefully. It was through Necromancy that Mortimer learned to extend his life. A secret that he has ensured that no one else learn.
• Master Mortician: Before he learned the art of Necromancy, Mortimer was a mortician. He determined the cause of death and prepared the dead for burial, cremation, whatever the next of kin wished done with the bodies.
• Master Healer: One doesn't learn how one dies without learning what can be done to prevent death. At least that's how Mortimer believes it to be. Give him sutures and medicine and he'll have you patched up quickly.
• Expert Cartographer: Mortimer has traveled almost all the World. As a way to pass the time, he mapped out his journeys and all the places he'd been to.
• Expert Notetaker: Mortimer's many years of life has taken a toll on his memory. Now he needs to take notes to remember what happened in the past few hundred years.

Magic

• Raise Dead: If need be, Mortimer can animate corpses to do his bidding. Souls need to be present for the bodies to rise. If no bodies are present, Mortimer can give a present soul a incorporeal form that can affect the world around it.
• Rest: Mortimer removes the souls from animated dead.
• Speak with Dead: Mortimer can communicate with the souls of the dead who haven't moved on

Artifacts

A listing of acquired artifacts. Maximum of three.

• Soul Jar: A small black jar that Necromancers can put souls into. After reclaiming the artifact from an errant Necromancer, Mortimer fills the jar with souls willing to help him in his journeys. Currently, he has three souls.
• Infinite Journal: A small leather-bound book the size of a regular journal. Open it and focus on what's needed and if there have been notes made about it, they will appear. Otherwise it will remain blank and allow for more notes to be put in.

History

Myth / Legend: There is much to be said about The Tillerman. The wandering man with the strange skeletal bird who helps with those that are dying or who have died. Unlike most who have taken up the art of Necromancy, Mortimer has only used the magic for good. People are born, they live, they die, and they stay or they move on. To take that choice from the dead is a perversion of the natural order. Mortimer spent his life searching for those who pervert the way of life and stop them, one way or another. Luckily, the souls of those killed and not havested by these rogue Necromancers are happy to help Mortimer. Once he had done his part, he would move on to the next town/city/village, leaving people to wonder who the man was.

This cycle went on for years. Sometimes, Mortimer would be hailed as a friend, and others he would be shunned. Over and over and over and over. It was peaceful. There were a few moments that made his life interesting. The rise and fall of several liches. Some he helped overthrow, while others he watched from afar, taking notes on what happened as he prepared for the next rise of a lich.

Soon, Something started to worry Mortimer. Slowly, too slow for those who lived normal lives to notices, signs that there was something wrong with The World started to appear. As he began to look into it, the more worried he got. Before he could research much more, he died while he was sleeping.

Parents: Long forgotten morticians
Siblings: None
Childhood: Mortimer had always been fascinated by the dead. The macabre nature of his parents' job took away the horror that seeing the dead would bring to normal people. He was destined to be a mortician. As he learned under his mother and father, he began to notice that he could see the spirits of the dead. They wouldn't always be there, but for some of them, the spirits would linger with the bodies. They'd come, they'd go, and that was it. Sometimes they would stay. He tried to talk to the ones who stayed, but their answers barely reached his ears, whispers caught in the wind. It became his duty to help these spirits move on to whatever came after.
Adulthood: Once his parents had died, he helped their souls move on and began researching more on his abilities. He found a Necromancer that took him on as a understudy. Soon, Mortimer realized that the Necromancer didn't care for the souls of the people he bound to the bodies. When he confronted his master, he was set upon by all the undead that the Necromancer raised. He barely escaped with his life and dedicated himself to learning more about Necromancy and ridding the world of those who would abuse its magic.
Special Moments: When he bound the soul of a dead raven back to its body when he was young, then unbinding the soul to remove the rotting flesh of the bird years later. Discovering how to extend his lifespan.

Relations

* ☠ Enemy * ⚜ Unfriendly * ☯ Neutral * ☮ Friends * ღ Ally * ♥ Crush/Significant Other *

• TBD

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

Olivia stared at Angel in shock as he shifted the attention of all the students from him to her and Cade. As they swarmed the two of them and Olivia saw the look on Cade's face, she started laughing. "You're an ass, Angel." She looked at the students swarming her and Cade then nodded. "Alright fine." She picked up a sheaf of blank paper from one of the desks, a hardcover book from another, and a pen from the desk at the front. She scanned the room and noticed five or six students hanging back looking apprehensive. A plan started to come to mind.

She was in control.

"Alright, listen up!" She shouted over the talking students. "Those of you that are just looking to pass this class, go see Cade. Otherwise, I guess I'm going to be your teacher. Know that you have been informed wrongly about us, I am definitely not a master of seduction. I'd say that in this room, the title goes over to Maeve right there." She pointed over to the Banshee "So, since I have no clue about any of you here, so I want one of you to show me what you know so far. I need a volunteer for a demonstration."

A tall student with slicked back brown hair approached Olivia. He had a smirk on his face and was twirling a pencil in his hand. "I'll volunteer." Olivia made a note on the sheet of paper. Before he even started to talk, Olivia felt the activation of the student's drive. It was messy and completely obvious. She made another note. She felt a tugging at her mind as the student walked forward.

The student opened his mouth and immediately let out a shriek of pain. He fell to the ground with a groan. Olivia tilted her head. Was the student overreacting? It was supposed to be a simple shock like a dog collar. She looked over at Lawrence, who was watching the student with a frown. She got his attention and signed to him. Can you attempt to invade my mind using Alchemy? Lawrence nodded and started muttering under his breath. Again, Olivia felt a tug at her mind and Lawrence flinched.

Too strong He signed back to her. Olivia shrugged. Oh well. She looked back to the students, who had gone silent. Some had gone pale. "Alright. First lesson." Olivia turned her paper over to show them the sigil that was burning itself away on the paper. "Do not attempt to use Alchemy when you're trying to seduce someone. They may notice and react poorly." Olivia walked over to the student on the ground and helped him to his feet.

"Oh, come on. A little pain never hurt anyone." She said with a smile.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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